Call Of The Wild

By skinner_jennifer

Wed, 22 Nov 2017
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Howl of wolves

shoots across tips

of mountain ridges,

their echoes both

near and far,

gesturing their

tribes on this vast

open expanse,

 

spirals of reckless sound

both skim and touchdown

upon the brutal savagery of

this environment, navigating

nature's necessity to unify both

disciplined man and untamed feral,

who when locked onto its feast,

needs no command.

 

With flush of euphoria,

eyes of azure sparkle

exhilarated by the chase,

seduced by scent from

sunrise to sunset,

pounding trails,

leaping, diving

rocky terrain, that

only spirits of the dead

hear; those calls under

a celestial blanket.

Certificate PG
Poem
Poems
Spiritual
Nature

Comments

Submitted by PoppyS on

Always find it sad that this wonderful animal is persecuted and so misunderstood.
You have managed to capture the essence of the animal, wonderfully told.

Pops ~xx~

Writing is art in pictures – Go paint poetry!

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Pops,

I totally agree with you about wolves being misunderstood. They certainly are amazing creatures.

I saw the picture and this poem just came to me, glad you liked it and thank you for letting me know.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Hi, Jenny. You really seem to capture the life of these wild wolves in the vast wild spaces in those places where they seem so alone under the sky (though I don't see that the spirits of the dead would be around there - but occasionally a wildlife photographer with a sound recorder!) Rhiannon

 

Submitted by fatboy74 on

I really enjoyed this Jenny, it is so full of life, and the freedom and wildness you describe is exhilarating.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Rhiannon, glad you thought I'd captured the life of wolves.

About the spirits of the dead, I was thinking along the lines of the spiritual side, where so many animals had been tracked and killed and my thoughts that maybe their ghosts are still wandering. I know many people don't believe in ghosts, but for me hauntings are very real.

But saying that, I'm sure there would be wildlife camera men trying to capture these incredible wolves on film, I just loved this picture I found and couldn't resist writing a poem about what I was seeing.

As always Rhiannon, many thanks for sharing your thoughts and letting me know you enjoyed.

Jenny.

 

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi there F B,

thank you so much for stopping by to read this poem. Don't you just love the sound that wolves make when calling? There's something so haunting about the sound, sends shivers through me in a nice way.

I suppose the only way we're going to hear wolves calling in England, is in a wildlife sanctuary. 

Anyway It's lovely to hear from you and I hope you are well. Appreciate hearing your thoughts.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Ladylily on

Love this Jenny, good discriptive piece. Well written, full of energy. You've certainly brought out the beauty of this mystical  annimal. Thank you for sharing. X

LadyLily

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

 

I get so much pleasure from reading your poems Geraldine. So when I read your comment on my poem I was over the moon. Thank you so much for stopping by and sharing your thoughts, really appreciated.

Jenny. x

 

Submitted by PoetonaHill on

Like this, Jennifer. There is definitely something haunting about these wild dogs. In Canada my granddaughter used to go to camps in the forest to be among them.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi there Poetonahill,

your granddaughter must feel very blessed to have had such an amazing opportunity. I bet she has some stories to tell. Although I've never been to Canada, the forests look so wild and free in the pictures I've seen.

Thank you for sharing her experience and for reading. I'm grateful to you for letting me know too.

Jenny.